Break the cold of the lamprey phoenix tail,
I'm not kidding anyone!
All smiles are friends,
It's hard to find a bosom friend.
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Snobbish, snobbish,
Sven, who will repeat the confidant?
Boya will not die in the clock,
Throughout the ages, people have broken the piano.
"For thousands of years, Zhu Xian has no such sadness and wants to play ghosts and gods. The old man left me and returned to the yellow soil. The flowing water and the mountains know each other well. " (Wang Anshi's poem Boya)
In memory of Zhong Ziqi, Boya wrote: Last spring, a meeting of monarchs was held by the river. I visited again today, but I didn't see my bosom friend. But it hurts to see a piece of land! Sad, sad, sad, can't bear to cry. Why come and go? There are dark clouds on the river bank. This song will never be played again, and the three-foot lyre will die for you!
Xun Kuang's "Persuasion": "Once upon a time, I played the drums and played the piano, while sinking fish and listening; Boya Guqin, while Liu Ma Yangyu "
"Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals. "The last chapter" records: beating drums, listening to drums, beating drums and looking at Mount Tai. Zhong Ziqi said, "It's good to play drums! Just like Mount Tai. "When I was young, I aimed at running water. Zhong Ziqi said, "It's good to play the piano, just like running water. "After Zhong Ziqi's death, Boya broke the piano and never played it again, because he thought there was no drummer in the world.